Ditulis Ulang dan Diposkan : Juma't 14 Juni 2013
Once upon a time, in Central Java there were two kingdoms. ....Pengging Kingdom and... Baka Kingdom...
Once upon a time, in Central Java there were two kingdoms. ....Pengging Kingdom and... Baka Kingdom...
The king of Pengging governed his country wisely....Pengging kingdom
had a prince named Bandung Bondowoso....He was very handsome .....
The king of Baka governed his nation sarcasticly...and
...rudely....
He was a giant....and always ate
the human being...
Although Prabu Baka was a giant and man eater ,he had a very
beautiful princes named Roro Jonggrang...
One day.....Pengging kingdom
stated the war to Baka Kingdom.....because Baka kingdom always looked for
people as the food of the King. ...Finally,....Prabu Baka was killed by Bandung
Bondowoso at the war.
Bandung entered the Baka
Palace....He saw a very beautiful girl...Roro Jonggrang....He stared at
he....very beautiful girl....very beautiful girl...
What is your name..? My name is
Roro Jonggrang....And What is your name?...My name is Bandung
Bodowoso....He fell in love with her...
After hesitated for a moment...then
....Jonggrang said....So...You...You have killed my father......
àHi
..Bandung you should know..
Actually, Roro Jonggrang is your
enemy...
Please don,t be arrogant
You ‘re falling love with me
From eyes till inside my heart
Never love with you
Don’t be proud yourself
àBandung...Bandung..... you should know...
I don,t like you
I don’t love you
I really hate you
You have destroyed my country
You have killed my people
You have kiled my father...Prabu Baka...
You have destroyed my future
No....No.....Never
I will never love with you....
How could I love the man that has
killed my father
àJonggrang....Jonggrang
Please..Don,t be sad...
Please ...Don’t cry.....
I am sorry...Im sorry
....Jonggrang
Please ...forgive me....
I don,t know that.... Prabu Baka
is your father
I am here just for you...
I really like you...
You are my everything....You are
my life....You are my daily sunshine....My heart has fallen in love with
you.....
Would you accept my love and
marry with me.......my honey......?
àRoro
jonggrang kept silince....she sat... at
the ground...
It was a shame...to reject his
offer dirrecctly...She tried to find a better a way....
After thingking for a
while.....then..... she said....
Bandung....all right.....I will
accept your love...and I will marry you...IF YOU CAN MAKE A THOUSAND SCULPTURES
in one night...
àJonggrang...Jonggrong...How
could I make it? I think....it is a very difficult....
àBandung
...If you does not make it so....I will
not accept your love....
àOK....wait
for me...here....I will carry out this condition...
Bandung left Roro Jonggrang alone
Bandung looked for a good
location....He found....It was around Prambanan Village
The evining came ...It was so
dark...Bandung sat on the ground....he put his hands to his chest...
He kept silence.....and then
prayed....
àMy
evil spirit....come....come...come....I need your help...I need your help...I
need your help
The evil spirits ......appeared....
Yes....My Lord....Yes....My
Lord.....My Lord....Bandung...What can I do for you?
Help me... make a thousand
sculptures in one night....
All right my Lord......I will
carry out your order. Bandung evil spirits were making sculptresses.
Roro was confused. She was calling her helpers and friends. My friends....help me please! Please make as if the morning come. Burn the paddy stalk and heat the wooden rice grinders.
All right. bank...bank ...bank. Over there ...over here.
Bandung evil spirits were fritened. ...morning come. morning come. Let's go my friends. Let's go my friends. They stopped making sculpture. They left the place.
(Written By P Damin). To be Continued.
Roro was confused. She was calling her helpers and friends. My friends....help me please! Please make as if the morning come. Burn the paddy stalk and heat the wooden rice grinders.
All right. bank...bank ...bank. Over there ...over here.
Bandung evil spirits were fritened. ...morning come. morning come. Let's go my friends. Let's go my friends. They stopped making sculpture. They left the place.
(Written By P Damin). To be Continued.
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